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Albums:

Pertinent Percussion Cha Cha's/I Want to Be Happy Cha Cha's (Enoch Light & the Light Brigade) · Simply Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad About the Loser's Lounge (Hutchinson, Hutch) · It's a Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad, World (The Shirelles) · Exitos del Cha Cha Cha (Orquesta Arag√≥n) · Take Your Partner's Please! Cha Cha Cha (Ray Hamilton) · La Onda Latina: Navida Con Cha-Cha-Cha (La Onda Latina) · Rumba Blues, Vol. 3: Guitar Cha-Cha-Cha (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Gold Star Ballroom: Cha Cha Cha (Gold Star Ballroom Orchestra) · No, No, No, Cha Cha Cha (Brave Combo) · Cha Cha Cha (Della Reese) – and 90 other albums »


begging me
You know what you should've capped like 2pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked
say I'm a legend
Ghetto bitches be wishin they could spend a day in my presence
I'm stackin plenty dough I stay on cloud nine
Like 2Pac in "I Ain't Mad
Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nothing weaker behind is watching, kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money
the case speak
White sheets all on your block, who callin' the shots
We hit that man first then his faculty drop
I went, 2Pac on 'em, showed 'em what I had
ladies
BIG or Small, I put it in your Bush, Babees
MC's don't Breed cause we keep a 2Pac
G like Craig and in your ear like Mack
So don't be an Outkast,
its cane 
Or these tracks made for ya brain 
You'll forever know my name 
Idi Amin 
Hussein: 
I ain't killed my line, my strap, my head 
There
me game so I'm hustlin', 
Pour out some liquor for my niggas 
2pac is still strugglin' 
My niggga breed new the time, 
Whether its rhyme or crime,
me game so I'm hustlin', 
Pour out some liquor for my niggas 
2pac is still strugglin' 
My niggga breed new the time, 
Whether its rhyme or crime,
my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin tattoed tears

Chorus: 2Pac + Young Noble

I said many times
a lumberjack better yet a Butcher
Guaranteed to put cha in the right mood
We make ya dance in a frenzy
Sucka's gettin' mad 'cause I'm getting all the Skins, G
ain't sho lovely
On the blood-soaked fast track
That invincible shit don't work
Throw ya in a joint
You'll be comin' out feet first
So I blst the mic with
game coz this game love me back
I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac
Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track
The Dramatics and Battle
I ain't mad cha, I take business personal
I might blast at cha
Hit at me, I get right back at cha
Straight snatch ya up from under ya desk and just
and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
Flick slaps 'em back, come on and fuckin' up tracks
Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it
Come on and, I get
gotta track, what's the hook like
F is off the hook, right
We stole cars while you took bikes
And on a good night, I get ya whole hood sniped
You's
Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

[Mad Child]
I'm not a vampire but I'm walking on a fine
Keep in mind, it's not that we hate light
Just feels right, that's when tracks come out tight

[Mad Child]
I'm not a vampire but I'm walking on a fine
and max, and on and on my crew pull gats
Flick slaps 'em back, come on and fuckin' up tracks
Kick the mad wicked, bricks to stick it
Come on and, I get
like mad gorillas
Niggaz need to calm they nerves when I'm concerned
'Cause if you didn't know by now, you all gone learn

I ain't know you really want
I'm Connected and ain't no bitches singin on this record
No R& B tracks, just niggas on wax
Kickin facts with these gang-bang raps
Every nigga in
this game coz this game love me back
I'm pushing a lac, smoking sacs like a mad mac
Bringing me back, banging the 8-track track
The Dramatics
it now, another critic kicked Tical
Alotta n****z mad 'cause I ain't fold like they figure now
Let me put my fitted down, spit around
Listen when this
I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie 
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shot 

[Chorus]
do what
 the fuck we gotta do 
 [Chorus: Mystikal]
 I get it started for you, I get it started for you
 Soon as I get'cha cause I know that you was
(x2)

(verse 1)
now how you just gon' be playa hatin' on me
coz i got mad bitches just wanting me
And i got mad niggaz just checkin' for me see
I